In the darkest moment of winter, heaviness and despair falls on the land. Frightened workers huddle indoors, sharing the heat of a single stove in the dance hall of the dead. The musical sounds drift in from the streets, strings and horns and voices of the past kill time by serenading the future. The dance floor is void of happy feelings but full of feverish dread of the coming days. The waltz goes on forever, the tempo hypnotic, mind numbing. The dancers know all the tribal dances that have been danced for centuries in this place. Circles of spirited colors whirl above the floor. The walls vibrate with deep bass rhythm and drumming creatures representing sacrifices made to tradition. The swift current of time sweeps the crowd up in a cloud of memory and doubt.
The donkey shadow on the wall opposes the one of the elephant wearing a…
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My very special guest today is none other than the dauntless and debonair #Danny the Dog, who has kindly contributed one of his adventure stories. Danny’s person, best-selling author Andrew Joyce, will begin by introducing our celebrated canine friend.
My name is Andrew Joyce and I write books for a living. Tina has been kind enough to allow me a little space on her blog to promote my new novel, Yellow Hair. I think it’s a good book, but what do I know? Anyway, I’m kinda shy about tooting my own horn. So I think I’ll turn things over to my dog Danny. He always has a bad attitude and usually does not speak highly of me. But please understand that we co-exist as the old Soviet Union and the United States once co-existed. We tolerate each other. So without further ado, here’s Danny.
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Precious kitty has an adventure.
Hello Fans and Friends in the land of Zen! My name is Zoe and I write stories for your amusement. I hope you all enjoyed the holidays. Emily and I send you our warmest wishes for health and happiness in the coming New Year. Wait! Now that I’ve put that down on paper, it occurs to me: That’s the silliest sentiment ever, isn’t it? I mean, why wish good health and happiness for only a year? I guess one could argue that the wishes get renewed every year, and so an annual greeting is just dandy, but, think about it. What if I got hit by a truck tomorrow? Just sayin’ . . .
Alrighty then, enough of that. I better get on with this month’s story, which I’d like to tell in a slightly different way. Every now and then, I fancy myself a poet – you know, kind…
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This is a video from an equine therapy center. The horses were born there and have an amazing bond with humans. At http://www.equinisity.com people come from all over the world and experience a life changing connection with animals, nature and their higher selves
If you have time here is another video showing how working with horses are helping to heal veterans with PTSD.
Thanks for dropping by… Sally
I vowed long ago to never get political on this blog, and I have forced myself not to say a word about how devastated I am by the Americans who voted for Donald Trump. But after reading Meryl Streep’s speech at the Golden Globes – regretting I missed hearing her – I can’t bite my virtual tongue any longer. She had the courage to stand up and say what I and many others think.
Moments ago I read Trump’s response on twitter. He called Streep “one of the most overrated actresses in Hollywood.” OMG! The woman is one of the greatest actresses of all time.
Trump sickens me! The tactics he used to win the election are disgusting. He mocked a disabled reporter, race baited and encouraged violence at his rallies. Worse still, he cozied up to Russian leader Vladimir Putin, inviting the hacking that damaged Hillary Clinton’s chances of winning. I fear what he will do to this country over the next four years.
Okay, that’s the end of my rant. It may get me in hot water with some of you. So be it. This is a free country – for now at least – and I have the right, no, the responsibility to speak out against a man I do not trust with our future.